Page 19 of ’Til You Break

“Vik, I just need a second.”

“Hmm.” He keeps one hand on the door, making it impossible to close. “If you won’t come out, I’ll have to come in.”

Then, he steps inside.

The stall already feels cramped, but with Vik filling the doorway, I feel completely boxed in. He shuts the door behind him and closes the remaining distance until I’m trapped between him and the wall. A wicked glint fills his eyes, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips.

If we’d met under different circumstances, I might have found this playful. Instead, his smile says one thing while his actions say another.

“Vik, please leave me alone,” I say, but there’s no conviction behind my words.

I don’t want him to leave. As messed up as it sounds, I like him being here. With me. Pinned against the wall while he holds all the power.

“I’m not going anywhere, Hannah,” he says. “Not when I can’t trust you to make good decisions.”

“Good decisions?” I stare at him as though he’s lost his mind.

Then it clicks. His outburst wasn’t about wanting to kiss me.

He was jealous.

“Nothing was going to happen with him.”

“I know.”

His hands settle on my waist.

I swallow hard and rest my hands on his arms. That was not actually my intention, but everything about this is driving me wild. My teeth sink into my lower lip as my hands slide over the hard muscle of his biceps.

“Vik,” I whisper as his fingers trail down my dress, tracing my curves until they reach the hem. “We shouldn’t do this. It’s… it’s wrong.”

“Is it?” he asks.

His touch lingers against my thigh, and my body aches for more. One hand remains on my leg while the other catches the hem of my dress and slowly lifts it higher.

Every inch of fabric he raises feels like deliberate torture.

All I can think about is how much more I want. It’s the same overwhelming need I’d felt in his kitchen.

My body throbs for his touch, desperate for the unbearable heat he brings—and for the release that might finally follow.

A moan slips from my lips.

A low rumble answers from deep in Vik’s chest.

Trapped between the wall and his body, I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to.

I don’t want to.

I’m not frightened.

Just as before, my body accepts everything even though I know it isn’t right. It wants this now, regardless of the regret and shame that might come later.

“And what about this?” he asks, giving my dress a sharp tug.

I yelp as cool air brushes against my exposed skin.

Now I’m standing there with my dress bunched around my waist, exposed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties that leave very little to the imagination.